These midwinter mornings can be cold, and the sun is still lingering below the horizon until almost 7 o’clock. This makes it tough, sometimes, to get psyched for a first-thing-in-the-morning walk with Lucy, my geriatric dog — although both she and I are better all day when we do get in a brisk morning jaunt along the river.
On the mornings when I just can’t get it together, I do a little yoga-style stretching. I say it’s “yoga-style” — Douglas calls it “baby yoga” when he joins me — because it only faintly resembles the elegant, disciplined routines I sort of remember learning in the past.
I do my yoga in the kitchen, while I’m making the coffee and feeding Lucy and the cats. It’s a broken-up mishmash of stretching, balancing and deep-breathing that starts, usually, with warming up my neck and shoulders and ends with the one-legged “tree balance,” one of the few standing poses I actually do recall. It takes about 20 minutes to loosen up my joints and clear my head, and by then the water has boiled, the coffee has dripped through the fresh grounds and the sun has risen over the river.
If I were more organized, I would figure out how to get this great program, “30 Days of Yoga with Adrienne,” to show on the TV in my living room.
I’ve worked through this whole series before, and I can vouch for its effectiveness. Adrienne is perky and a little fresh, but she’s knowledgeable and good. Her workouts last about a half hour and are much more organized and thorough than my own freestyle, homespun version. And importantly, they can be altered for your own comfort, safety and level of athleticism, if any.
Now that I think of it, maybe tonight I’ll call my son for a little tech support and get that television connection set up in the living room. That leaves the question of who will make the morning coffee, and it leaves Lucy practicing her downward dog pose by the back door. Namaste.